There was a vaccine that was something that every wizard child should get at ten years of age against a disease that was the cause of countless deaths- more than a century ago- in an epidemic. Deaths now because of the disease were rare. It was something that most muggleborns didn’t get because they were introduced to the wizarding world at eleven years old and weren’t inform about those things. The sensible ones do they research and get it done but that was a very very rare thing to happen.
So of course, Harry having been raised completely in the dark about the wizarding world and really not being the most sensible person, he hadn’t have a clue about it. And know here he was in bed, sick and bore out of his mind, without being able to move nothing more than his head and being told that he have only two options. Lying in bed for a month or undergoing an extremely painful two-hour long procedure. Easy choice.
He isn’t going to lay down for a month, he isn’t sure he can go another hour like this. Yes, the extremely painful part does not sound good but whatever, is not like he isn’t familiar with pain anyway.
´´The fastest one, I want to get on with it.´´
Marvolo sighed ´´ Alright, Malcom gather everything you need to tomorrow morning.´´
´´Yes, my Lord´´ after a quick bow, Malcom excited the room.
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Harry lay in his bed listening intently to Malcom explaining how the procedure would work.
´´I am gonna heal every one of your limbs individually and then your torso, one thing that you need to know is, once I start I cannot stop, if I stop we would need to wait a few hours and do it all over again, so keep that in mind if you feel like you need a break.´´
´´Ok´´ was the shaky answer
Malcom organized the last things and looked at Marvolo.
´´Everything is ready, we can begin.´´
Marvolo sat in the bed and put Harrys head in his lap and started to pet his son hair in an effort to comfort the boy for what was to come. Harry, even for all his bravado was tense and pale and not taking his eyes of the healer.
´´Now deep breath ´´ The healer started a slow chant with his wand pointed at Harry right arm.
Harry’s arm feel warm, warm that increased as the chant go on. He clenched his jaw when his arm started burning fiercely traying to suppress his groans. His father was whispering nonsense in a sweet tone while carding his fingers on his messy hair trying to comfort him.
The burning abruptly intensified and no matter how hard he tried he couldn’t hold the scream that burst out of his mouth.
‘’ Merlin, that hurts’’ he panted.
Malcom had stopped his chanting and was now pointing at his left arm. ‘’ The other now…” And the chanting begun again.
Was Harry imagining or was it worse the second time around?. Sweat covered his forehead. His now healed hand was wrapping the sheets tightly and he couldn’t hold back his cries. The burning peaked again and he let out a shout followed by sobs.
‘’Shhh sweetheart, you are doing so well I’m so proud’’ He heard his dad gently telling him. And he griped his hands with his, waiting for the chant to start again.
When Malcom finished healing his legs he was a wreck, with tears and snot covering his face, his voice rough for screaming. He was at his limit, he couldn’t do this anymore.
‘’ Please dad, I can’t!’’
‘’ Just a little more and your done, I know it hurt and I hated it but you’re so close baby, jus a little more please.’’ Sobbing the boy nodded his head.
The last part was gratefully lees intense, still painful but not as much as his legs were. Finally they were done. He could move his body again, he would be ecstatic if he wasn’t so bloody tired, the only thing he wanted was to sleep for a month, suddenly being in bed for a month didn’t sound so dreadful anymore.
‘’ How are you feeling?” he heard somebody saying, were they really expecting him to talk. Now?. He heard a chuckle and then everything went black.